*Airing Voice Broadcast. . .*
*Signal Origination: Rochester Base, New York.*
*Correspondence from Sandra Carter*
Well, howdy hey there! My name is Sandra Carter, and I'm currently a part time employee fer Universal Shipping. I bumped into Mr. Rick Tiltman righ' outside of Fort Bush today, and took notice've his Shukensha. Rick took notice've me, and we took a few minutes to shoot the breeze as our paths crossed. Well, Rick reckons I've got a good "spirit," as he put it, and invited me to mosey my Bison on over to nearby Rochester and put in an application here. Mr. Tiltman seems like a righ' decent sort, and I'll admit, it'd be nice to have some folks to fly with every now and again besides the odd-strangers I tend to see out in Kansas.
I'll go ahead an' tell ya'll a little about myself: I'm a Texan gal, born and raised. I got a wanderlust one day and decided to hitch a ride on a train headed out to the Taus. I spent a little time with the IMG as a scout pilot, but it turned out I ain't much suited to smaller craft, and frequent raids from the Outcasts got me thinkin', maybe Liberty won't so bad after all. So, I left the Miners' Guild and managed to land a part-time job with Universal Shippin'. I've been mostly haulin' Copper Ore out've Kansas, and I reckon that's mostly what I'll keep on doin', though I guess I'll have 'ta figure out how Universal'd take me usin' one'a their Bisons under Congressional colors - I guess I'd lend-lease it or somethin'?
Mostly I just chatter at passersby while ridin' the lanes; I'll stop for those who decide to return chatter, which is how I got to findin' this computer terminal on Rochester. I don' consider myself nothin' too special - I jus' treat everybody with courtesy, respect an' friendliness. Even pirates don' bother me none too much; everybody's gotta make a livin' somehow, I reckon. It's rude folk I got a problem with, but they've been thankfully few an' far between.
Movin' on, I dunno exactly how subtle I'cn be, since I pretty much stick 'ta legal cargo shipments exclusively. I ain't much've one fer knowin' my way 'round via jump holes an' the like, so I guess it'll be a learnin' experience.
In that sense, I guess discretion by ya'll's definition is a strong point fer me, since I'll stop fer cargo scans by law enforcement in a heartbeat.
Regardin' secrecy, that's a no-brainer- Momma didn' make no snitch out've me. Mostly if I see a pirate, or a smuggler pushin' outlawed goods, I jus' give 'em a "howdy hey" an' keep their location to myself.
As for loyalty.... Well, I guess I'm a lil' bit've a wishy-washy type, wit' this bein' my third group'a folks I've joined in th' past 6 months. But then again, I was always kind've left 'ta fend fer myself durin' my time in the IMG an' Universal. I reckon, if ya'll can show me ya'll are worth bein' loyal to, then I'll show ya'll loyalty right on back. I'll at least say this: I ain't no two-timin' weasel. Whenever I've severed ties in the past, I've done so admirably - that's what'cha call integrity.
Anyways! I guess we'll see how this works out. Like I mentioned before, Arbiter Rick Tiltman figures I've got a good spirit, an' he's the firs' one 'ta offer me a job on the spot right'n the middle'a space. Seein' as Mr. Tiltman came off as the right friendly sort, I thought, "Let's give this rodeo a ride an' see where it takes me."
That's all fer now - I'll be parkin' my Bison at Rochester 'till ya'll get back 'ta me.